I know this chapter is short….I am working on the next two at the same time…I am trying….To everyone that reviewed thanks so much…Please let me know if you have any ideas….All thoughts and ideas are appreciated…Hemmy

Chapter 11

The night air the night sounds the shapes of the night, all are running through his mind right now. He is running back to the boarding house, to celebrate his victory. He has finally killed his annoying brother. No more having to share his life with him, no more worrying about competing for the affections of a woman or a vampire.

He enters the house and the emptiness startles him. No sound or movement, nothing but the crackle of the fire. He goes to the bar and makes himself a strong bourbon, no more having to be the brooding brother with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now he can be free, to live the way he chooses. No more questions, no more having to watch his back for any indiscretions he may commit.

He and Elena could make out wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted without interruption. He could even invite an occasional "dinner" guest over without having a competition for the guest. Or having to listen to Damon tell him how he could not handle human blood, that he needed to stick to the critters in the woods.

He grabs the bottle off the bar cart and heads to the chair in front of the fireplace. He downs the entire contents of the glass and pours another. He stares at the fire and smiles.

It felt so good to take his precious ring, to know that he would fall in the morning, a pile of ash that the wind would scatter through the woods. He downs the second shot and pours himself another one.

A few more drinks later…

He is staring into the fire when he suddenly has a thought. If Katherine comes back she will want to see Damon. She didn't chose him last time, but she could change her mind. She could want Damon this time around and she would be furious if she didn't get what she wanted.

The thoughts of how she would kill him began to run scenarios in his mind. Fear began to creep into his soul. She would make his death as miserable as possible. She would make him scream for mercy and there would be none.

He jumps up from the arm chair and with vampire speed runs out the door in a race not only to save his own life, but his brothers. The sun is starting to rise. Halfway there he realizes he left Damon's ring on the bar.

"Oh shit", he thinks to himself, "we are both dead".